Harvest the power.

Am I as stealthy as a bull walrus on the prowl?

(Stock still, eyes wide): ...Your breath just gave me PTSD.

The stoplight posts here in Denver are so meaty!

Mama: You better pick some good chores to do today.
J: I'm going to be the Chief Lounger.

(Listening to George Benson's "Gonna Love You More"): This is the kind of music I need to get happy enough to do the dishes!

Cheese is the essence of evil...It's the way it looks at you, like it's plotting something.

Mama: I need to go water the garden.

J: Let the beauty of the garden envelope you and push you along in your task.

Do you think you could jump a little higher when the moon is directly overhead? Wait, you can jump the highest when there's a total eclipse of the sun right overhead! And if you get enough leaf blowers under you...WHOOSH!

Mama: All this work is crushing.
Julian: Harvest the power of dark energy. It's what keeps the universe from crushing into itself. It sounds perfect for you!

(While preparing to evacuate):
J: I removed your hard drive, Mama. It's in this basket. Do not drop it! Also, I cut down that little Bay tree that was right next to the house growing under the eave.
Mama: And are you really going to take that giant frog (stuffed animal)?
J: Of course!!!